𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰? - d. hoffman

𝟎𝟐. i miss you, im sorry

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02. i miss you, im sorry

dylan woke up to the soft light streaming through the curtains. the room was quiet, almost too quiet. as he turned over in bed, he glanced at the calendar on his nightstand. today was circled in red—november 10th. it was supposed to be a special day, their four-year anniversary.

he sighed deeply, the weight of the day pressing down on him. memories of scarlett flooded his mind. he could almost hear her laugh, see her smile, and feel her hand in his. but those were just memories now, fragments of a past that seemed so distant.

dylan sat up, rubbing his eyes. the emptiness of the room only made his heart ache more. he reached for his phone, scrolling through old photos of them together. each picture was a reminder of the love they once shared, the moments that made their relationship so special.

he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen, the silence of the house amplifying his loneliness. he poured himself a cup of coffee, staring blankly at the steam rising from the mug. today was meant to be a celebration, but instead, it felt like a day of mourning.

as the hours passed, dylan found himself lost in thought. he remembered their first date, the way scarlett's eyes sparkled under the city lights. he remembered their first kiss, the way it felt like the world had stopped. and he remembered the promises they made, the dreams they shared.

but now, all of that was gone. scarlett was gone. and dylan was left with nothing but memories and a heart full of sorrow.

he spent the day in a daze, unable to shake the sadness that enveloped him. the anniversary that was supposed to be filled with joy and love had turned into a day of reflection and heartache. dylan knew he had to move forward, but today, he allowed himself to grieve.

dylan's phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. it was a message from walker, checking in on him. he appreciated the concern, but he didn't have the energy to respond. instead, he put the phone aside and closed his eyes, letting the memories wash over him.

dylan got up and walked to the bookshelf, pulling out a worn scrapbook. he flipped through the pages, each one filled with photos, ticket stubs, and handwritten notes. it was a chronicle of their love story, a testament to the bond they shared.

he lingered on a page that held a photo of them at the beach, their smiles wide and their eyes full of hope. underneath the photo, scarlett had written, "forever and always." dylan traced the words with his finger, feeling the weight of their promise.

as the night wore on, dylan found himself back in the living room, staring at the empty space where scarlett used to sit. he knew he had to find a way to move forward, to honor her memory while also finding his own path. but today, he allowed himself to feel the pain, to acknowledge the loss.